[ He wants it to have been a dream. Hearing Bellamy's voice now, feeling the reassuring touch of his hand, it's close enough to waking from a nightmare that Murphy can convince himself. If he picks one reality over another. Easy enough, when there's only one reality he survived. ]
Shit. Bellamy...
[ The relief takes his breath away. He almost takes Bellamy's hand as he drops his arms, lowering his guard, but he doesn't want Bellamy to experience any of the damage Strange has left on him. He holds onto the sheets, instead. There's a dampness to his face that feels like more than sweat. He's not sure whether he was already crying or if it just started the moment he laid eyes on Bellamy. ]
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Shit. Bellamy...
[ The relief takes his breath away. He almost takes Bellamy's hand as he drops his arms, lowering his guard, but he doesn't want Bellamy to experience any of the damage Strange has left on him. He holds onto the sheets, instead. There's a dampness to his face that feels like more than sweat. He's not sure whether he was already crying or if it just started the moment he laid eyes on Bellamy. ]
You're okay?